[There was a part of him that wanted to make this Doman prince continue to call him Solus, to be a reminder of things that he was sure the man would prefer to put behind him. Truly, though, it was too much effort, this name, that name; surely it would come out in time. After all, if he was here, then surely others were as well. Scions, most likely, seeing as how they had that habit of being in the places least convenient for him.

However, having someone from the Source here might be filled with clues as well. Could others from the shards arrive?

He smiled and looked at that hand on the sword before rolling his eyes.]

Well, that is not a way to make a reunion feel particularly welcoming. [If he could have, he would have removed himself from the situation, but it seemed this place had other plans. How annoyingly inconvenient.]

You can call me Emet-Selch, if you are so averse to using the name you know me as. [Borrowed, but he had lived decades in that life. He had sired children in that life. The name was not his favorite but familiar, shoes that had long since worn through but were still recognizable once his feet had slid into them.]

Are you new, little prince?